It's turned out to be a fortuitous set of circumstances. Little kids like to dig and I was happy to provide them with trowels and reminders to be careful not to fling soil into one another's eyes. The digging has been confined to the kindergarten and first graders until today.
The clouds covered the sun when the fourth and fifth grades came out to the garden. The younger scholars and I shared lettuce 
and radishes
and chives today. The big kids wanted to dig.
There were serious conversations going on. There were very deep holes being dug. Grandma stayed far away and let them occupy themselves with a mindless task as they pondered the world.
and radishes
and chives today. The big kids wanted to dig.
Remember sand boxes? Those don't exist on school campuses any more. You have provided an excellent replacement and I hope nothing comes between your kids and their dirt digging.
ReplyDeleteOh, that will never happen. The administration is happy for me to do what I want when I want how I want. I pay for everything (well, loving donors give me money and I spend it) and I ask for nothing except a key to the back gate so I can get in on vacations.
DeleteSandboxes led to cooperative play and conversation, something missing from a jungle gym.
Why don't they put us in charge???
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Be very careful about what you say...and never let your principal hear about being put in charge...the Columbia principal, who I knew when I taught at Fresno High, has asked me several times to come every day of the week. No, Mike, I'm retired. He laughs.
DeleteKids do like to dig. That's what they do at the beach too.
ReplyDeleteAnd what we did and still do.
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